drifting through times a muddle. The post blues of loss of nutrients exacerbating the mood ... The stop feeling maudlin by the attempted to settle in the plans.
I feel strag..a..lee ... I have started to vacuum pack some items to take with me to my daughter's. I don't mind the condensed carry to see if they would like some things. They raise funds for her vocational place ... anyways ...
We have recently had discussions about picking up the teacher training suspending until Feb this year when her Nana died. They were not supportive of the fact she was the next immediate of kin. Her Dad already passed before his Mum ... The uni had been brilliant until them in her many losses ... one key family member per uni year ...
... even though she is getting well into adulthood herself ... she likes to bounce her thoughts off with us ...now just me ...
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